#AI in Sorting

[datastring]

Optical Sorter for Food and Agriculture Market Set to Hit $3.9 Billion by 2035

The Optical Sorter for Food and Agriculture market, currently valued at $1.6 billion in 2024, is projected to grow to $3.9 billion by 2035, at a CAGR of 8.1%. The demand for optical sorting solutions in the food and agriculture sectors, particularly for grain sorting and fruit and vegetable sorting, is expected to surge during this period. Optical sorters play a crucial role in enhancing the efficiency, quality, and profitability of the sorting process, helping businesses meet food safety regulations and market quality standards.

Industry Leadership and Competitive Landscape

The Optical Sorter for Food and Agriculture market is characterized by fierce competition, with several major players such as Tomra Systems ASA, Bühler Group, Key Technology Inc., Satake Corporation, Cimbria, Sesotec GmbH, Raytec Vision SpA, GREEFA, Meyer Optoelectronic Technology Inc., Hefei Taihe Optoelectronic Technology Co. Ltd., Orange Sorting Machines India Pvt. Ltd., and TOMATO S.A. leading the charge in market innovation.

Detailed Analysis - https://datastringconsulting.com/industry-analysis/optical-sorter-for-food-and-agriculture-market-research-report

The growth of this market is fueled by advancements in technology, especially the integration of AI and machine learning, which enhance sorting capabilities. These technological innovations allow optical sorters to improve accuracy and speed, effectively identifying produce and grains that meet stringent quality standards. This helps reduce food waste and boosts profitability for agribusinesses.

Global and Regional Analysis

North America currently leads the market for optical sorters in the food and agriculture industry, driven by its extensive agro-based enterprises and food processing units. The rising need for efficient, cost-effective sorting mechanisms is pushing market growth in the region. The demand for AI-powered optical sorters is particularly strong in response to increasing labor costs and the growing need for precision and efficiency in the sorting process.

The market for optical sorters in emerging economies like India, Brazil, and Vietnam is expected to witness robust growth between 2025 and 2030, driven by the expansion of the agricultural sector and the increasing adoption of advanced sorting technologies.

Research ScopeSegmentSubsegmentTechnology TypeCamera-based Sorters, Laser-based Sorters, NIR Sorters, OthersProduct TypeBelt Sorter, Freefall Sorter, Channel Sorter, Automated Defect RemovalApplicationGrains & Seeds, Vegetables & Fruits, Coffee, Nuts & Dried Fruits, Pulses, OthersEnd-Use IndustryFood Processing Companies, Agribusiness Corporations, Equipment Rental & Leasing Companies, Others

Opportunities for Market Expansion

As the industry advances, key opportunities include:

The development and adoption of AI-powered optical sorters to reduce labor costs and enhance sorting precision.

Market expansion in emerging regions like India, Brazil, and Vietnam, where agricultural activities are growing rapidly.

Increased demand for optical sorters in the food processing and agribusiness sectors to comply with stringent food safety regulations.

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[ink-the-artist]

Video game I saw in a dream. It was in this low poly style like an older video game. You play as this character I think was meant to be a lamb, or maybe a weird mix of a lamb a mouse and a rabbit, (while not really looking like any of those things) and you’re running away from a wolf. Your objective is to last as long as possible before the wolf catches and eats you.

The house you’re running in is endless and bizarrely put together like most building interiors in dreams are (like the infinite toilet dream dimension on Reddit lol) the layout of the house is pretty detailed, you can stop and hide in places like closets or bins while the wolf looks for you, you can go up and down stairs and into rooms etc.

You never actually know where the wolf is or how close it is to you until it appears in your line of sight, it makes no noise and the game gives you no way of knowing where it is, and it’s pretty unpredictable it doesnt move at a consistent pace. When the wolf catches you there’s an animation showing it eating your character

[starssoblue]

“things were so hard with dad in recent years...how did he go from paparapluie to père? i wish i could face him and understand, but while he was still here i didn't dare try to tell him [any of my feelings] and now...it's too late.” * paparapluie is a pun on the words papa and parapluie (umbrella) since the plush is a frog. père is the french word for 'father.'

[sinlizards]

[ID: Digital portrait painting of Kaname Date from Ai: The Somnium Files. He is facing left and looking at the viewer with a neutral open mouth expression. Part of his face is obscured by hair blowing in the wind, leaving his glowing left eye visible. The piece is done in dark purples and black with strong orange lighting. End ID] The Witness

[italofobia]

grown man with a pouty pout and cute blushy face. stop this you are like five hundred years old

[sydaney-foxay]

Ykw, I'm curious.

Please answer honestly and truthfully.

PLEASE REBLOG FOR SAMPLE SIZE

[gojoest]

Sylus leans lazily against the doorframe. His arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips.

“You know”, he begins, voice laced with mischief but softened in a way that only appears when his gaze falls on you. “You’re really not as subtle as you think, kitten”

You glance up from your book, raising an eyebrow. “Not as subtle as I think?”, you echo, tossing the words back at him. “I’m not the one lurking in the doorways, making it really obvious that I’m waiting for something”

Sylus chuckles, taking a slow step toward the couch where you’re seated, his gaze trailing to the curve of your lips as they twist into a near-imperceptible smile. “I’m not lurking. I am observing” He tilts his head slightly, his voice low but tinted with amusement. “And you — well, you’re practically glowing right now”

You roll your eyes, trying to hide the rush of warmth spreading across your cheeks. “Glowing? What are you, a walking cliché? Don’t flatter yourself”

His smirk widens, clearly unfazed by your attempt to deflect. “I’m not flattered, kitten. But we both know what’s going on” He steps closer, his presence suddenly overwhelming as he stands directly in front of you, leaning in just enough to tower over you. “You’ve been acting a little… strange tonight. Fidgeting, avoiding eye contact, and—”, he gestures toward your tightly clenched hands around the book. “What’s the matter? You want something but can’t bring yourself to ask for it?”

You scoff, fighting the flutter of nerves building in your stomach. “Oh, right. I’m just desperate for your attention, aren’t I? That’s it. All this time I’ve been planning my grand confession of longing”, you add with another exaggerated roll of your eyes.

Sylus raises an eyebrow, leaning in closer, his grin turning playful as he snatches the book from your hands and tosses it aside. “Maybe not a confession, but you are dying for something. I’m just curious what it is”

You refuse to let him see you flustered. Instead, you offer him a sly grin. “Maybe you are the one who’s dying for something, Sylus. Not everything’s about me, you know?”

But his grin only stretches wider, his voice drops to a teasing whisper. “I’m sure it’s all about me, kitten. You’re just trying to save face, pretending you don’t want it. But we both know the truth”

You huff, narrowing your eyes. “And what’s the truth, Sherlock?”

“The truth”, Sylus says, his face inching closer to yours, “is that you’ve been avoiding me like I’m some sort of plague. But the way your eyes keep flickering to my lips? That’s not the look of someone who’s trying to avoid me, kitten. That’s the look of someone who wants something”

Your heart skips a beat, but you fight to keep your composure. “Yeah, well, maybe I just like pretending that you matter. It’s fun to watch you get all smug for no reason”

His grin widens, clearly relishing every second of this. “You keep telling yourself that”, he says, his hand reaching to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “But your body’s saying something different”

You shiver involuntarily, and of course, he notices. “See?”, he whispers, his hand gently cupping the side of your face. “You don’t need to be so coy, kitten. You want a kiss, don’t you?”

His words hang in the air, and for a moment, you almost cave. But you quickly recover, tilting your head and meeting his gaze with a sly, confident look. “If anyone wants a kiss here, Sylus, it’s you. I’m just here trying to survive your insufferable teasing”

For a brief moment, his eyes widen in surprise, but the mischievous glint returns almost immediately. “Oh, really? That’s how this is going to go? You want to make it about me now, kitten?”

You shrug, your lips curling with a playful defiance. “Well, it’s certainly more fun than pretending I’m the one dying for your attention. I mean, we both know you’ve been hinting at it all night. So what’s the deal? Just give in already”

“I’m not the one avoiding the truth here”, he says, his voice low as he closes the distance between you. His lips brush yours in a deliberate, teasing kiss before pulling back, smirking. “Told you. You are the one who wants it”

Your breath hitches at the contact, but instead of pulling away, you close the gap this time, pressing your lips to his in a quick, fiery kiss that causes his smirk to falter.

When you pull away, the playful tension is gone, the teasing fading into something more genuine. A soft, contented smile on your faces, hinting that you both got what you wanted.

“You’re insufferable”, you mutter, though your tone is loaded with satisfaction.

Sylus chuckles softly. “Maybe. But I think you like it”

You shoot him a glare of feigned annoyance, but the soft smile tugging at the corner of your lips betrays you. “Maybe. But don’t think I’ll go easy on you”

“I wouldn’t dream of it”, he softly whispers before pulling you in for another kiss.

This time, without the games. There was no need for teasing anymore.

[hotgirlpolitics]

if you needed to use AI in your film you should not be eligible for an Oscar nomination

[racetrackhigginsscigar]

keep ai out of fanfiction!!! that shit gets on my nerves so bad. why are we working so hard to replace everything that humans have made??? every story, drawing, song, etc. comes from thousands of years of human experience and work and that ai bullshit rips all of the actual substance out of writing. the great thing about writing is that you are allowed to make mistakes!! you don’t need ai to write for you, you need to do it yourself and learn from your mistakes. i’d take a poorly written fanfiction written by someone who actually is a fan of what they’re writing about than anything written by ai any day.

[lily-claw]

Yep, i really thought for a moment that i should do 4 versions of this and i did it-

@gemgdynamight0 thank you for the encouragement hehehh <33

And here is the inspiration for this drawing :3

(i found this on pinterest👀👀)

[5even777]

guys so I'm actually so proud of this can you pretty please rate it for me???

also electricity is so fun to draw istg

[delimeful]

due to the current epidemic of data-scraping writing sites for generative AI, i've locked my fics to be only accessible to registered users. apologies to those inconvenienced.

[madefortherain]

one of my personal favourite bits of sunrise on the reaping…. the casual mention that even panem recognised the potential AI had to destroy them, and had it completely abolished

[reluctantvnnerd]

All the better to hear you with my dear

“Ais! Ais, you have to help me,” you say, wobbling up to Ais at the Wet Wick. You’ve had just a smidge too much gin, but you’re only tipsy, not drunk. Or at least that’s what you’re telling yourself.

Ais smirks down at you, and it’s amazing how many smirks the demon has. This one says “you’re kind of like a puppy who pisses on the carpet, but you’re cute and this could be hilarious.” Ais’ face is very eloquent.

“Can’t wait to hear what’s been trying to eat you this time,” he says, laughter in his voice.

“Nothing!” you exclaim indignantly. Then you have to pause, trying to remember if anything or anyone has attempted to eat you today. Probably nothing or Mhin would be around somewhere glaring at you. “Yeah, nothing!”

Ais shakes his head. “Alright Sparrow, get to the point.”

You nod, and intend to take a seat on the stool next to Ais, but the stool wobbles and you decide you don’t want to sit down anyway.

“You have to keep me away from Vere,” you tell him solemnly.

Ais’ smirk grows. “Keep you away from Vere? Not the other way around?”

“No, it has to be me away from him. Because I want to do something, and he’ll kill me if I do.”

“Gotta hear this one,” he tells you with a laugh. Ais pulls a cigarette from inside his… shirt? Is it a shirt? Why does a shirt need so many belts? Between these five assholes there’s probably not a belt left in Eridia. Half the city probably can’t keep their pants on. Wait…

“Sparrow?” You feel Ais’ hands on your arms, and the contact makes you jump. You realize you’re kind of listing to starboard, and he’s holding you up. Aww, nice demon!

“Can you keep a secret?” you ask, trying to be quiet, but also be heard over the cacophony of the Wet Wick.

“Sure I can,” he says, shifting you back upright. Somehow he’s managed to get his cigarette in his mouth and lit while you were thinking about belts. “Maybe I even will.”

You shoo away that last part with a bandaged hand, and then narrow your eyes and lean in a little. Well a lot actually. It isn’t intentional, but your head feels really heavy and it kind of leads the way. Ais catches you again, snickering.

“I want,” you start to say. You think better of it and lower your voice so someone can’t hear you. “Ais, I want to touch his ears.”

This time instead of smirking, Ais gives you a grin of unholy glee, fangs flashing. Why do monsters get cool teeth and fluffy ears and all you have are shitty mummy hands?

“Yeah?” he asks, chuckling. “I can understand that.”

“They look so soft!” you exclaim. “So fluffy! Why are they so fluffy? I want to pet them and smoosh them down and nuzzle them with my face so I know what they feel like.”

You look down at your bandaged hands and make a face.

“Stupid hands,” you grumble, your volume diminishing with unhappiness.

“Aw, don’t be sad Sparrow,” Ais says, patting you affectionately on the head like you’re one of his pets. You consider the fact that if you drink from the spring you kind of would be like Ais’ pet. You could hang out with Princess… Alright no, you are way too drunk to be thinking about groupminds.

“So you have to help me. I don’t want him to kill me. Or eat my face.” You pause to consider something. “Actually, I’d probably let him bite my hand off, that would be ok.”

Ais snorts.

“Yeah, I think we’ll just keep you from being Vere-chow,” narrowing his bright red eyes, he looks down at you and purses his lips. “Wanna know a secret?”

Your eyes widen with excitement and you clutch the front of his… outfit. “Yes!”

Ais leans down until his mouth is next to your ear. His breath tickles and you choke back a drunken giggle.

“If you scratch behind his ears he purrs.”

Your eyes go wide, and you stare at him when he stands back up to his full height. “Ais! Why did you tell me that! That doesn’t help!”

Ais laughs loudly. “Never said I was gonna, did I?”

“Asshole!” you gasp angrily.

Still laughing, he pulls your hands away from his clothes, careful of your bandages. You’re still scowling when Leander wanders over to look at the two of you inquiringly.

“Ais is being a dick,” you complain, feeling vaguely betrayed, but also unsurprised, and kind of amused.

“Isn’t he always?” Leander asks with a laugh. Well, you suppose he has a point.

Ais just shrugs, not bothering to deny it. Instead he pushes you gently toward Leander, who suddenly realizes how unstable you are and catches you with a surprised noise.

“Whoa there,” Leander says, putting his hands on your shoulders when you sort of face plant between his boobs. “Why don’t we get you some water?”

“Ok, but don’t make it chewy,” you mutter against his chest. “I don’t like chewy drinks.”

“You ever had one?” Ais asks, laugher in his voice.

“Can’t remember,” you say, with another dismissive wave of your hand. Then you lift your head from Leander’s pillowy bosom to scowl at Ais and shake your finger menacingly at him. “Remember, no ears!”

“Definitely time for that water,” Leander says, sounding both confused and a little concerned. “Then maybe you should call it a night.”

“Too late,” Ais says, taking a drag on his forgotten cigarette. He slaps Leander on the back harder than he needs to, but not too hard since you’ve managed to pass out while leaning against the leader of the Bloodhounds. “I’ll leave you to it. Gotta talk to Vere.”

Leander looks at Ais dubiously, but rather than arguing, he picks you up and starts making his way through the crowd toward the stairs.

“So fluffy,” you murmur against his chest.

Leander really isn’t sure what to make of that, so he ignores it in favor of climbing the stairs. He can always ask you in the morning… assuming you remember.

+++++

The next day you wake with a headache so terrible that the curse of madness pales in comparison. Your mouth tastes the way you imagine soulless shit might taste, and you smell just as bad. It’s got to be nearly 3 pm, and you’re starting to think living in a tavern might have been your greatest mistake so far, and you’ve made a lot of mistakes.

Once you’re bathed and dressed you head downstairs to be accosted by a painfully cheerful Leander. Despite your angry hissing at his cheer, he takes advantage of your headache to convince you to test some vile concoction he's created. He swears it cures hangovers, but honestly you just want it to cure his cheerfulness.

At first you’re certain that it cures hangovers by killing the drinker by flavor alone. But to your surprise the headache and nausea begin to recede after only a few minutes. You still don’t forgive him for being cheerful in your general direction though.

It takes work to convince yourself to go outside, but after the nausea subsides, hunger rears its head and demands you go find food. Since your single taste of nut leather was enough to convince you never to repeat the experience, you decide to go looking for something that might at least resemble food.

You make your way cautiously through the maze-like streets of the Amaryllis district toward Lowtown and the vendor with the long lads. You've just caught sight of him and are raising your hand to wave when someone grabs you by the back of the neck and hauls you bodily into a dark alley, half choking you in the process. Your assailant pushes you back against the wall with a force that rattles your teeth. Your surprised scream turns into a startled squeak when you realize your assailant is Vere.

“Vere, wha-”

“Shut up.”

You shut up, swallowing down your returning nausea. This is becoming a very unnerving habit of Vere's. He's got his hands wrapped around your biceps and his body is very, very close. Close enough it's getting hard to think. He's giving you a half lidded look that you can't read but also can't look away from. His pupils are normal at least, which probably increases your chance of survival.

When you see his face coming toward you, you have no idea what's going on. You brace yourself for violence, or perhaps another deeply useless piece of “free” information. Possibly even a kiss, though that might be wishful thinking.

You close your eyes lest you show any of your weird emotional turmoil in them. Instead of any of those options you feel the brush of something warm, silky soft and… furry? against your cheek. You can’t quite figure out what you’re experiencing so you dare to open your eyes. You find yourself presented with a fall of deep red hair as Vere rubs one of his tufted ears against your cheek.

“Oh gods,” you whimper. The touch is so soft, easily the softest thing you’ve ever felt. The skin of his ear is much warmer than yours, adding an extra note of sensory input to this already overwhelming experience. His silky hair brushes your lips and that’s almost more distracting than the ears.

But Vere isn’t done. He grabs your bandaged hand and guides it to his other ear, and even though you can’t feel the texture of his fur and skin, you can feel the warmth and how delicate and pliable his ear is. You finally get the courage to “smoosh” one of Vere’s ears, cupping it gently and pressing it forward into his hair, enjoying how pliable it is. You think for the barest fraction of a second that you hear purring, but you can't be sure.

When he pulls back a moment later his pupils are very wide and he gives you a poisonously sweet smile.

“If you tell anyone this happened, I will rip your throat out and use your windpipe as a whistle.“

“Not a soul,” you promise, nodding vigorously. “Though truthfully I don’t think anyone would believe me. I’m not sure I believe me.”

Vere lets out a laugh that for once isn’t tinged with menace.

“Goodbye little bird,” he says warmly.

Then his face is right next to yours again, hair brushing your flushed and sweaty cheek. The next thing you know, sharp teeth are digging into your neck and biting down hard. It’s definitely not the bite of a lover, far from it. It’s shockingly painful, though thankfully over quickly. You give a whine of shock and pain as you bleed sluggishly into your cloak.

“Remember what I told you, Sparrow.” Vere warns, licking his lips as he saunters away, tail swaying lazily behind him.

When you can manage to think again you make a mental note to thank Ais and also to kick him in the shin at the earliest opportunity.

[nostalgebraist]

Someone asked me about that "Utility Engineering" AI safety paper a few days ago and I impulse-deleted the ask because I didn't feel like answering it at the time, but more recently I got nerd-sniped and ended up reproducing/extending the paper, ending up pretty skeptical of it.

If you're curious, here's the resulting effortpost